Hunter Warren, however, had no intention of letting her go.
He grasped her wrist firmly, the force was not light: "Where are you going, to have a tender and affectionate rendezvous with Oliver Turner?"
"That’s none of your business." Faye Townsend struggled hard to free her hand.
But it was of no use.
How could her strength possibly contend with his?
"Faye Townsend, do you know why I mentioned the marriage certificate?
It’s to remind you, you’re still my wife right now.
The women of Hunter Warren don’t have the right to cuckold me."
"So you, Hunter Warren, have the right to cuckold others? You’re more noble than everyone else, and everyone else deserves to be trampled beneath your feet?"
Faye Townsend let out a cold laugh, lowered her head, and bit down hard on the hand that was tightly holding her wrist.
She thought he might let go out of pain, but he didn’t.
He just held onto her, unwilling to loosen his grip the slightest bit.
It wasn’t until the taste of blood surged into Faye Townsend’s mouth that she finally let go and looked up at him.
He was truly ruthless.
How could there be such a man in the world.
"Had enough?" Hunter Warren’s eyebrows arched slightly.
Faye Townsend glared at him hatefully, and even she, with her good temper, couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Hunter Warren, are you sick?
Divorce was your suggestion.
What do you mean by bothering me now?
What, do you think I, Faye Townsend, am so easy to bully?"
Hunter Warren’s lips curved into a smirk: "That’s right, you are easy to bully."
"You..." Faye Townsend’s brows knotted.
What’s wrong with him?
"Without marrying, how will you fulfill your promise to Zenia Yates?
You’ve already declared to the entire city your intention to marry her, haven’t you?"
"That’s my business."
"Fine." Facing such an unreasonable Hunter Warren, Faye Townsend was clearly helpless.
"What exactly do you want now?
I know you’re not someone who wastes time on pointless matters.
So just state your intention directly."
"Haven’t I already made my purpose very clear?
Until you get the divorce papers, you’re not allowed to jump into another man’s bed."
Hunter Warren’s eyes narrowed slightly: "If you really find loneliness unbearable, I might be reluctantly willing to lend myself to you."
"No need, I wouldn’t want to disgust you.
Also, your words are too late.
The green hat on your head is already shining brightly for the whole world to see.
Aren’t you the one who always found me dirty?"
Hunter Warren smiled wickedly, his words not matching his heart, regardless of what others thought, at least Oliver Turner had not touched her.
At the very least, he was assured of that.
Feeling Hunter Warren’s gaze, Faye Townsend felt a chill running down her spine.
"At least Oliver Turner can’t, from this moment on, if you dare to sleep with him, I’ll break your legs."
Faye Townsend scoffed: "Then go ahead and break them now."
"What, you like him that much?"
"Yes, I like him, no, I love him.
There is no other man in the world who is as good to me as Oliver Turner.
He knows when I haven’t eaten, and even if I don’t want to eat, he’ll bring me food.
When I face difficulties, he’s the first to reach out and support me.
Watching the man I love engage with another woman, when my pain was unbearable, he was the one who saved me.
If I don’t appreciate a man like that, then I, Faye Townsend, must really be heart blind and visually blind as well."
At this moment, Hunter Warren’s complexion had already become somewhat unsightly.
He stared at Faye Townsend’s face, his tone growing colder: "So, you just can’t wait to let him take control of the Townsend Family’s power.
You’re wholeheartedly looking forward to marrying him, aren’t you?"